It seemed as though the atmosphere changed when the knock came from the door, seeing how tense and almost frightened Akira was. Josh gave his hand a squeeze, kissing his forehead and walking towards the door, opening it up and smiling at the woman standing before him. "It's nice to finally meet you Kimberly, come inside."
Josh moved out of the way, allowing the woman to step in. She was rather petite, in her late twenties, but she was probably around 165 cm in height, with a small build, her dark purple hair was short, glasses framing her eyes, and tattoo's crowding her left arm, elongating up until it stopped on the side of her neck.
"You too Josh..I can call you that right?" She asked, seeing the man nod in reply and then focusing her brown eyes on Akira. "This must be the man of the hour." Kimberly smiled, walking over to Akira and bowing her head. "Josh has told me a lot about you, he's fond of you I'm sure. I hear you draw..." she said while sitting on the bed, putting a thick, large suitcase beside herself in the process.
Josh closed the door, slowly walking to the other side of the mattress and sitting down, wanting to make sure he was with Akira right now, at all times.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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